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Yes. Virginia, There is an App for that #MFRWauthor

Technology is a wonderful tool, when it works. The incursion of the Internet thank you Al Gore (snicker), has allowed the world to be a vastly smaller place. We no longer need to rely on papers letters or postcards to travel days or even weeks to an intended destination, but can send a digital version and the recipient can have it in their hands in a matter of seconds or minutes. We’ve come to rely on better and faster ways to communicate with one another.


At first, platforms like MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, were considered great time sucks, but businesses and authors alike saw the power of social media and soon there became an app for that.


I don’t know who coined they phrase, but “an app for that,” became a catch phrase. Everybody who was anybody had an app. As an author, having an app was a great tool. And being truthful here, I miss being an app. 


Having an app was convenient. Instead of writing down a long list of links or carting around a purse full of bookmarks or other swag, I could just tell anyone with a smartphone, “I’m an app..” And it was free! Who doesn’t love free? 


A lot of apps are free to download and meant as a convenient way to access the essentials.  Such as banking, cellular and airline apps. At a glance you can check your balance or transfer funds, pay your cellphone bill, or check the status of a flight. 


But what about those other apps? You know the ones with fruit, candy and letters. Those are definitely time wasters, and yes I have those apps on my mobile devices. I haven’t played with candy because well I got stuck on a level. At one time I had about 15 games going on a word game. I love word games, but I spent way too much time doing them. And we won’t discuss my addiction to the cute little fruit. You know the game. Starts with an ‘f’ and ends with saga. Playing that particular game for a few minutes . . . is a great mind cleanser before bed. Well, at least for me it is.


Did you know there was an app to help you organize your apps? That That way you can schedule posts? If you get one of those apps, you’ll have more time to crush lollipops or in my case make a super fruit.

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Panster Envy #MFRWauthor

Writing without a roadmap is something I have always done. As a teen I would make very detailed bios for my characters and a short blurb of the story. This was something instinctual and I got away from giving any forethought to the characters’ background.  At the time I didn’t realize how much depth those bios gave my characters, by stopping that little bit of planning, my Characters suffered.


Over the years, I’ve incorporated the best of plotting with the best f pantsing. I’ve learned that not knowing what the characters are going to do or say is very refreshing and surprising. There’s a certain freedom that allows the characters to develop an organic relationship with one another. Whereas  if I plot out everything my muses rebel against what they perceive as something rigid.


I used to be a confirmed pantser, and  wanted nothing to do with plotting. However, when I went back to school I had to learn to plot. Plotting is great when you get to a part in the story and don’t know where to go. You can just look at the next bullet point and go from there. 


For me, incorporating a rough outline, allows my inner pantser to soar free without hindering the muses. 



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The Designers Bride by Lynn Chantale

“Cancel them.” #MFRWhooks

For cosmetics heiress Elisabeth Bach, finding the right man hasn’t been easy, especially when her father is bent on arranging her love life for his own twisted purposes. When she falls for fashion designer Jordan Carlisle, she knows she’s met The One, and she’ll do anything to keep their relationship secret from her father’s schemes.

Jordan Carlisle has been waiting a long time for a chance to date Elisabeth and he’s determined to make her his wife. Will a Valentine’s Day proposal be enough to keep her or will his checkered past destroy his future?


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Jonathan Bach edged a hip onto the corner of her desk and unbuttoned his jacket. He touched the vase with an index finger and she tensed. Hopefully her father wouldn’t send the arrangement toppling to the floor. “I’ve been calling you for hours,” he said. “Where the hell have you been?”


“I wasn’t aware I needed to check my whereabouts with you. Did you want to discuss something in particular?” She matched her father’s strident tone.


He sniffed, and then snapped his fingers. Gregory handed him a thick folder. Elisabeth shook her head. Some things never changed. Gregory still did her father’s bidding.


“I have a business proposition for you.”


She folded her arms and looked from one man to the other. The vibe in the room had turned from controlled hostility to a predatory tension. This was not good. Foreboding slinked down her spine.


“I decline whatever offer you’re presenting, Father.”


“Oh, I think you’ll want to hear this one.”


Warning bells clanged and they had nothing to do with the lecherous sneer on Gregory’s face.


Elisabeth feigned impatience by glancing at her watch. “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. I don’t want to be late.”


Jonathan thinned his lips and fixed her with a scathing stare. “Impertinence.”


“So I’ve been told. Now please leave.” She held the door open. No matter what she had to make her father think, she wanted him out of her office.


“You’re twenty-fifth birthday is in a few weeks.”


She resisted rolling her eyes. Not this old conversation again. How many times did she have to tell him she would never agree with any of his party arrangements? “We’ve discussed this before. I’ve already made plans.”


“Cancel them.”


Like that was going to happen. This time she did roll her eyes. When would her father realize he no longer controlled every aspect of her life? Especially when it came to her birthday. The last thing she would do was cancel on her best friend. She hadn’t seen Leslie since her wedding last May. And when she moved to Europe with her husband, Elisabeth saw even less of her.


She walked to her desk and removed her purse from the bottom drawer. The activity allowed her to rein in her emotions while she breathed deep. If she lost control her father would win and she couldn’t have that.


After tucking a curl behind her ear, Elisabeth fished her keys from her purse. “Is that why you barged into my office and disrupted my workday?” She moved toward the door. “Really father, I’ve told you. Whatever scheme you have in mind, I want no part in it. I don’t think I can be any clearer. Now if you don’t mind, I’m due in a meeting, which doesn’t involve you.”


“I canceled your meeting.”

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